Peripheral Beauty

The train was zooming by, When I saw her like a veil A mystical angel In the heavenly sky… She was strolling in the street; She was immaculately neat. It was like a dream; I wanted to scream: Oh! God, Oh! Beauty, I just peripherally Saw the most beautiful woman On earth! She was way gorgeous than an omen, And prettier than an April bouquet of flowers; She smiled and laughed like no other creatures. What a Joy! What a Beauty! What a treat, To have mnemonically photographed such a woman, Who smiled like a Baby, And who educed a warm drop of rain From my right eye, Which caused my heart to beat So profusely and to switch side, And my spleen to quiver, And my soul to beg and twitter. Oh! God, this one had no flaws, No scars, no thorns, and no claws; No tattoos, no chains, and no rings. Her hair was her wings; She swam through the clouds like a proud swan, Like a mermaid in the deep blue ocean. Copyright August 6, 2009, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved Hebert Logerie is the author of several books.